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PG-P.730.063
17-24 Sep 1730:11 (97)
THE FRIGHT.
1.
Myrtle unsheath'd his shining blade,
And fix'd its point against his breast:
Then gaz'd upon the wond'ring maid,
And thus his dire resolve express'd.
2.
Since, cruel fair! With cold disdain
You still return my raging love,
Thought is but madness, life is pain:
And thus--at once--I both remove.
3.
O stay one moment! Chloe said,
And, trembling, hasted to the door.
Here, Betty! Quick: -- a pail, dear maid! --
This madman else will stain the floor.
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